Zhou You paid no attention to the thunderous cheers.
He narrowed his eyes and watched the long-missed sunrise for a while, then looked back at the Blood Moon.
He could still see its wailing face, though he could no longer make out the details. Yet through some faint connection, he could still see everything happening on the moon's surface.
The flesh began to shrivel with earth-shaking speed. Countless tentacles reached out of the craters, struggling to push the celestial body toward Earth.
But...
In the end, it was futile.
The infection spread too quickly. It had missed its last chance and could only endure the agony of being flayed alive.
Zhou You had only two words for it.
Serves you right.
The Blood Moon was not dead yet, but the Moon Chaser scenario had clearly reached its end. Once the Black Book tallied the results, he could dust himself off and leave.
The communicator had become a sea of celebration. Everywhere Zhou You looked, nobles, merchants, commoners, and slaves embraced one another, laughing and cheering.
Zhou You had no intention of joining them. As he had said before, he was only a passerby in this world—or perhaps an emergency dose of medicine. Once the world was cured, he would have nothing more to do with it.
The more attached he became, the harder parting would be.
He might as well find somewhere quiet to wait for the Black Book to call him back.
He switched off the communicator, put away his sword, and strolled upward.
The passageways that had once been so noisy were now silent.
Nearly all the monsters had fled. The guards he had seen earlier, including the Imperial Guards who had retained their senses, had vanished too. He did not know whether they had all died or